A tiger's roar shook heaven and earth. The Ancient Reception Hall rose and fell, and the Immortal King formation outside nearly collapsed. The Nine-Headed Monster, who had been cultivating in seclusion within, felt his heart tremble. His expression grave, he stepped outside.
Looking at the vast army of Immortal Kings, he immediately realized they had come with hostile intent. "Immortal King Tianxuan," he said heavily, "I have already signed a pact with the Immortal Realm. Why are you tearing up the treaty?"
"We are not breaking our word. We are asking you to fulfill the treaty." Lin Xian sat cross-legged atop the White Tiger Immortal King and said unhurriedly, "Your peaceful coexistence with us comes with conditions. You must offer Immortal King primordial spirits as tribute."
The Nine-Headed Monster's expression darkened. He wavered over whether to wage war, but ultimately took a deep breath and silently reminded himself that failing to endure a small indignity would ruin a grand plan.
"Here!" The Nine-Headed Monster seized a bewildered Immortal King primordial spirit from within the Ancient Reception Hall, sealed it inside an immortal metal box, and tossed it over.
This was nourishment he had prepared for himself. He had never expected an outsider to reap the benefit for nothing.
Sooner or later, I will make you repay this with interest, the Nine-Headed Monster silently swore. Then he turned back toward the Ancient Reception Hall without looking back.
"Wait. You cannot leave yet." Lin Xian's calm voice rang out. He swung the Great Luo Sword Embryo across the air, cutting off the Nine-Headed Monster's retreat.
"I have already given you the Immortal King primordial spirit! What more do you want?"
The Nine-Headed Monster roared. Every head was hideously ferocious, his eyes gleaming with murderous fury. His aura surged to its utmost limit.